Chapter 173 – Black Cattle
Blue sky wall.
As the name suggests, it is a 6th tier magic that drops lightning from the dry sky.
However, it had another hidden use, and that was shooting directly from the hand.
Of course, falling from the top or shooting straight from the hand, the latter is the easiest to predict, but in the case of shooting from the hand, it becomes a pseudo-railgun depending on the level of the mage.
Quaaaaa!!
The superheated laser cut horizontally and melted all the iron stakes chasing Gabriel’s back.
No, even that wasn’t enough, so I climbed up the wall and burned all the pile bunkers I was reloading.
“Mu, mu, mu, what!”
Deberg, who opens his mouth wide and doesn’t know how to close it.
Apparently, that was all the hidden cards he had prepared.
“So what do you plan to do now? By the way, since you rejected the alliance, I have no intention of stopping Gabriel.”
When I said that with a kind smile, Deberg gulped and looked at Gabriel standing next to me.
Perhaps in a fit of rage, Gabriel, with a serious expression, was oozing tremendous energy from his entire body.
It seemed that if left alone, it could be the final day of Nidavellir.
Dberg immediately fell flat on the floor as if he had finished his assessment of the situation.
“The small person has committed a sin to die for!”
It was pitiful to see a person who had been in high spirits until just a moment ago, when the tide of battle reversed, and immediately became servile.
“So? Then why don’t you die?”
Having said that, Gabriel trampled De Berg’s head with his bare foot.
“Quaaaaagh!”
If someone had seen it, they might have said it was a reward, but it seemed like they were seriously trying to stomp on it.
“Gavril.”
When I called her name, she chuckled and kicked her tongue.
De Berg, barely alive, raised his head, his ugly face stained with the snot of his tears.
“Go, thank you.”
“Gee, I didn’t save you because you were pretty, so don’t be so mean. I’ll show you what an unfair treaty is today.”
As I said that, I pointed to the inside of the castle, and Deberg and his retainers got up from their seats and started guiding the way.
Our party entered the castle leisurely following Dberg.
To be honest, I thought I would go back to being broke without any other income, but thanks to the attack from the other side, the story became much easier.
You should eat everything you can eat.
***
Nidavellir Royal Castle.
Inside the fortress, five tall towers connected by a long wall were arranged in the shape of a pentagram, and the towers symbolizing each element interlocked to create a huge magical barrier.
Hearing this explanation, I thought of the walls of Constantinople that once guarded the capital.
It’s because it had a working principle like this.
Now, because I destroyed it, it’s impossible to restore it to its original state, but its defensive power is well known.
‘No, come to think of it, the dwarves were the ones who built the walls of Constantinople.’
Then it wouldn’t be strange if the original technology was used to defend the capital.
Dwarf King Dberg led us to a banquet hall with a huge table.
“Hehe, please sit in a comfortable seat.”
All sorts of delicacies were already prepared there, but to be honest, it was a bit incomprehensible.
The guy who showed his hatred for dragons until just a moment ago had prepared a lot of food and waited?
Sensing something was wrong, I warned him in advance.
“If you’re thinking of playing around with your food, you’d better stop.
“…”
Dberg’s smiling face just hardened.
Is this kid?
As I stared at him with hatchet eyes, de Berg shook his hand and said,
“No! No! There’s no way that could be! It was prepared for the guests who really came to our castle innocently!”
You’re complaining hard, but you’ve already lost trust. Men and horses.
First of all, I had to talk, so I sat down.
And in the seat next to me sat Gabriel, who had no intention of hiding his uncomfortable feelings, and Dorothea, who was smiling as if the situation itself was amusing.
A suffocating silence pervades the banquet hall.
To be honest, I didn’t feel like eating anything.
The Dwarf King sitting in front of me had a rather sinister personality, so I didn’t know what tricks he might have done to the food.
I thought it would be more comfortable to buy something to eat at the market after I finished eating this.
“First of all, it’s right to think again about the alliance, right?”
“Yes, I think I was wrong. If the demons fall anyway, it’s obvious that we’ll be next, so of course we have to help.”
“If you form an alliance, how will you help?”
“Yes? Of course, sending troops or sending supplies…”
“I’d like you to mention a specific number.”
Then Dberg’s expression hardened.
“Uh, how much do you want?”
“That’s right. What we’re asking for seems too deceptive, so why don’t Dberg-sama present it?”
“Well, then 5,000 soldiers and 3 months of provisions…”
“Uh huh, is that the only thing you think about us?”
When I quickly gave Kusaree, Dberg raised the number with a shit-chewed expression.
“Then, how about 8,000 soldiers and 4 months of provisions?”
“They use more than they use. Isn’t that the only strength of the Kingdom of Nidavellir, which is said to be the richest on the continent?”
Then, de Berg looked at me and cursed with his eyes, saying, ‘You bastard robber’, but with his mouth, he obediently told me the shame I wanted.
“Then, how about half a year’s supply for 10,000 soldiers? For now, this is the best.”
I smiled and nodded my head.
“Very nice.”
“Then I’ll call the secretary and write the contract. Please wait a moment.”
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
I said that and stopped Dberg from calling the scribe.
“Because I brought something.”
What he takes out of his pocket is the Gears Scroll.
After all, when signing a contract, this is direct bread.
And, befitting the king of the largest commercial nation on the continent, Dberg asked, breaking into a cold sweat, if he had recognized the Gears Scroll.
“Do you really have to do that?”
“In case you don’t know. It’s a safety device in case the King defaults on the contract.”
If you twist… You know?
As I said that and gently waved the Gears Scroll in front of his nose, De Berg lowered his head in humiliation.
“Kuh, I understand. Let’s write a contract with that.”
“Good idea.”
I handed the paper to him with a sales smile.
***
Putting the unfair treaty that we finally obtained into our arms, we got out of Nidavellir Castle.
Dberg suggested that I sleep in the castle, but I didn’t know what the vindictive man would do, so I just cut it off and left.
“Anyway, shall we eat first?”
Mt. Geumgang is also considered postprandial, so I am quite hungry since I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.
Not to mention, I was even more hungry after refusing the delicacies that were prepared in front of my eyes.
Unlike me, my first visit, Gabriel, who had visited Nidavellir often, took himself as a tour guide.
“Nidavellir is a trading country along the sea, so seafood cuisine is more developed than other countries. So, I personally recommend an instant barbecue where you can taste various seafood.”
“Seafood BBQ!”
When the topic of eating comes up, Dorothea raises her voice like a ghost.
But this time, I could understand Dorothea’s feelings.
It is because living in the inland region has very few opportunities to experience seafood dishes.
It’s not that you can’t eat seafood at all inland because of the existence of magic, but the most traded fish in the market is salted fish.
I swallowed my saliva and asked.
“Where can I eat that?”
Then Gabriel grinned and pointed to the bustling market street toward the south gate.
“There’s a regular restaurant I go to often. Let’s go there.”
The way she confidently spreads her breasts while saying that seems like a real restaurant.
We followed Gabriel’s guidance and moved towards the market.
***
With my daughter! With my daughter!
“Two beers here!”
Even though it was broad daylight, the store Gabriel took us to was full of drinkers.
The drunken dwarves, humans, and beastmen entangled with each other, put their arms around each other, and drank.
Its appearance was very natural, perhaps thanks to the least racial discrimination among all the countries on the continent.
As we sat down at the table, a short female dwarf came and asked.
“What would you like to make it for?”
Then Gabriel responded by resting his chin on his chin.
“7 servings of seafood barbecue and 7 beers.”
“There are five of us? Isn’t that a lot?”
“I’ll eat three servings.”
“That’s all right.”
The waitress nodded as if she understood, and walked quickly into the kitchen holding the tray.
I looked at the lady’s back and said.
“Something cool.”
“I’m the daughter of this house. I’ve been like that since I was little.”
“…Is this the house you’ve been to for so long?”
“Has it been about 30 years? I’ve been going here almost since it first opened?”
Gabriel hummed her hum, then started eating the boiled beans the waitress had just brought him.
Seeing her like that made me feel hungry as well, so I followed her and ate her boiled beans.
I think it was just seasoned with salt, but it was quite tasty.
